Rescue Mission
Utterer, how does your brilliance shine
on an ocean of cowries?
Truth splitting your lips forcing you
to be more than was longed for,
through a funnel into a life,
where once again you are blind, deaf, new.
Wall eyed, husky woman how do I
rescue you from the Empire’s specter,
where we are a darker nation;
bound and mutant still.
Desperate you seek out
any black facts.
So hungry calling ourselves okute, osun, orumilla,
as if we are the gods ourselves.
We got it so backwards, so mixed up
juju doesn’t even know itself.
Where is scythe of humility
we knew so well?
Chant a litany for all who suffered,
un-natural, premature deaths.
Black nationalist seeking source.
To be useful? Serving? Good?
Met you a thousand times,
in many forms.
What if your eyes were centered,
obsidian, leading us to ourselves.
What if your fatness was not the point
or the edge used against you.
Your body as freedom –
map to new and different world.
